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He
felt
faint
again
now
but
he
held
on
the
great
fish
all
the
strain
that
he
could
.
I
moved
him
,
he
thought
.
Maybe
this
time
I
can
get
him
over
.
Pull
,
hands
,
he
thought
.
Hold
up
,
legs
.
Last
for
me
,
head
.
Last
for
me
.
You
never
went
.
This
time
I
’
ll
pull
him
over
.
But
when
he
put
all
of
his
effort
on
,
starting
it
well
out
before
the
fish
came
alongside
and
pulling
with
all
his
strength
,
the
fish
pulled
part
way
over
and
then
righted
himself
and
swam
away
.
"
Fish
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Fish
,
you
are
going
to
have
to
die
anyway
.
Do
you
have
to
kill
me
too
?
"
That
way
nothing
is
accomplished
,
he
thought
.
His
mouth
was
too
dry
to
speak
but
he
could
not
reach
for
the
water
now
.
I
must
get
him
alongside
this
time
,
he
thought
.
I
am
not
good
for
many
more
turns
.
Yes
you
are
,
he
told
himself
.
You
’
re
good
for
ever
.
On
the
next
turn
,
he
nearly
had
him
.
But
again
the
fish
righted
himself
and
swam
slowly
away
.
You
are
killing
me
,
fish
,
the
old
man
thought
.
But
you
have
a
right
to
.
Never
have
I
seen
a
greater
,
or
more
beautiful
,
or
a
calmer
or
more
noble
thing
than
you
,
brother
.
Come
on
and
kill
me
.
I
do
not
care
who
kills
who
.
Now
you
are
getting
confused
in
the
head
,
he
thought
.
You
must
keep
your
head
clear
.
Keep
your
head
clear
and
know
how
to
suffer
like
a
man
.
Or
a
fish
,
he
thought
.
"
Clear
up
,
head
,
"
he
said
in
a
voice
he
could
hardly
hear
.
"
Clear
up
.
"
Twice
more
it
was
the
same
on
the
turns
.
I
do
not
know
,
the
old
man
thought
.
He
had
been
on
the
point
of
feeling
himself
go
each
time
.
I
do
not
know
.
But
I
will
try
it
once
more
.
